Hundred-day metamorphosis

Chapter 1 The Last Three Months "Doctor Chen, do I need to avoid certain foods for my illness?" "I can stop eating hot pot, barbecue, milk tea, and cola recently." "I can also go to bed early and get up early, and stop staying up late." Zhuang Ziang stared at the attending doctor Chen Dexiu with a sincere face. Because he felt vaguely that his physical condition seemed very bad. Chen Dexiu was about fifty years old, his hair thinning on top (a 'Mediterranean' hairstyle), and thick gold-rimmed glasses. The banners on the wall behind him silently told of his superb medical skills and high moral character. "No, eat whatever you want!" Such a light sentence sounded like a bolt from the blue to Zhuang Ziang. Deafening! The diagnosis handed over by Chen Dexiu was printed with dense medical terms. Translated, it was about eight words. Incurable disease, no way to save the situation. "Doctor Chen, how much time do I have left?" Zhuang Ziang's voice trembled, and his heart was filled with fear of death. "Three months at most, look at it more openly, no one can escape this day." Chen Dexiu sighed helplessly. As a doctor, he was used to seeing life and death, and thought he had already calmed down. But seeing such a young boy, he still felt sorry. In the face of illness, life seems particularly fragile. Zhuang Ziang held the diagnosis in his hand and didn't remember how he left the hospital. His mind was blank, and he walked on the road in a daze, and he didn't even notice that he knocked down several shared bicycles. At the age of eighteen, in this season of peach blossoms, life had already begun its countdown. Three months, ninety days, two thousand one hundred and sixty hours... Chen Dexiu said three months, but in reality, it might not be that long. In the blink of an eye, he will say goodbye to this world. He is obviously not mentally prepared. Tears silently slid down the corners of his eyes. All the sadness and regrets filled his chest, and he didn’t know how to vent them. There was a wholesale market outside the hospital. Zhuang Ziang saw that the clothing store was full of colorful cheap clothes, and the loud speaker at the door was tirelessly shouting about loss-making sales and clearance sales. His clothes were still stained with a strong smell of disinfectant, and now he just wanted to take them off and throw them away. It seemed that this would allow him to draw a clear line with the hospital. Would the pace of death be slower? It was just a ridiculous self-deception. "Boss, how much is that shirt?" Zhuang Ziang pointed to a very gaudy floral shirt. It was colorful, like a rainbow crushed and splashed on his body. "Thirty yuan." The boss looked at him and reminded him hesitantly, "But this style doesn't suit you very much." Zhuang Ziang took out the money: "It doesn't matter, I like it very much." The gaudy floral shirt was very inconsistent with his gentle temperament, like a child who stole adult clothes. Next, Zhuang Ziang went to the bookstore and bought a set of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" (Tian Long Ba Bu), a total of five books, which were heavy in his hands. Passing by the milk tea shop, he bought a cup of spring new product taro ball Bobo. Returning to school, Zhuang Ziang was stopped by the security guard at the door. Although the school does not require students to wear school uniforms, they are still not allowed to wear strange clothes. The flowered shirt on Zhuang Ziang was too eye-catching. Until he showed his student ID and the leave note signed by the head teacher, the security guard called to confirm and let him in. "Alas, the students nowadays are dressed in fancy clothes. What kind of words!" When Zhuang Ziang stepped into the school gate, he heard the muttering of the security uncle behind him, and a sense of sadness rose in his heart. The uncle didn't know that this "gaudily dressed" student was a municipal-level 'Three Merits Student' (exemplary in character, learning, and health) and 'Outstanding Student Cadre', ranking first in his grade for two consecutive years. But for Zhuang Ziang at this moment, all these had become empty titles. Three months later, everything about him would be gone like smoke. It was time for the get out of class to end, and the playground was noisy. Outside the classroom of Class 9, several students were laughing and playing. When Zhuang Ziang, dressed like a rooster, walked into the classroom, he immediately attracted the attention of the whole class. "Oh my god, what's wrong with him, he actually came to school dressed like this." "Caught by the discipline master, and he'd be starting with a 3,000-word self-criticism essay." "Zhuang Ziang asked for sick leave yesterday. It seems that he was seriously ill!" ... Zhuang Ziang ignored the monster-like eyes of his classmates and walked straight to his seat. He took a deep breath and handed the taro balls to the girl at the front table. "Mushi, I'm sorry, I stood you up yesterday. I bought you milk tea to make amends." Lin Mushi, a goddess at the school level. With striking phoenix eyes and porcelain-fair skin, she resembled a delicate princess. Such a girl is never short of suitors. But she turned a blind eye to other boys, only to Zhuang Ziang, she always showed her tender side. The two sat at the tables in front and behind each other, spending time together day and night, and formed a very pure and precious friendship. A movie was released yesterday, and Lin Mushi made an appointment early, asking Zhuang Ziang to accompany her to watch it. But Zhuang Ziang had to go to the hospital for treatment, so he had to postpone it to another day. "Why didn't you reply to my message?" Lin Mushi asked. Zhuang Ziang took out his mobile phone and found that there were many unread messages. Three of them were from Lin Mushi. "Zhuang Ziang, I heard from Li Huangxuan that you asked for leave to go to the hospital." "Are you okay? You can go to the movie next time." "If you don't reply to the message, I will ignore you." Her words were obviously caring, but laced with a hint of tsundere pride. (*******: Her words were obviously caring, but carried a touch of proud petulance.) A lump formed in Zhuang Ziang's throat, and he almost cried. He blinked hard to push back the tears threatening to spill, and tried to restrain his sadness: "Mushi, I'm fine. Drink some milk tea to show that you forgive me, okay?" Lin Mushi stared with her almond eyes, hesitated for a moment, picked up the milk tea and took a sip. The warm and sweet milk tea slid down her throat. "I'm just thirsty, so I didn't forgive you." Zhuang Ziang tried his best to barely squeeze out a bitter smile. The smile was barely hanging on his face, uglier than crying. At this time, a tall and thin boy walked in, sat down on the seat next to Zhuang Ziang, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Son, what are you wearing? Aren't you afraid that Lao Zhang will chop you alive?" Li Huangxuan is Zhuang Ziang's deskmate and best friend. The two have always bantered as father and son. When he entered the classroom, he saw Zhuang Ziang's flowered shirt and thought he was dazzled. Zhuang Ziang is the class monitor and a model student. He has always been law-abiding and well-behaved, the most trustworthy student in the teacher's eyes. But today he took the lead in making trouble and wore strange clothes. "Son, I went to the hospital and wanted to change my mood." Zhuang Ziang explained casually. "Not bad, tasteful, and with a big gold chain around your neck, it will be more stylish." Li Huangxuan slapped his thigh and teased. "For you." Zhuang Ziang put the set of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" heavily on Li Huangxuan's desk. Li Huangxuan is a martial arts fan and often secretly reads novels in class. Now seeing this gift, he was overjoyed. He put his arm around Zhuang Ziang's shoulders: "Son, you are really filial. Did you win the lottery?" Zhuang Ziang made a very careless excuse: "It's still eight months, and it's your birthday!" Lin Mushi burst out laughing, her shoulders shaking slightly. Looking at his two best friends, Zhuang Ziang cried out in his heart: I really can't bear to leave you!